No matter the chaos,
Plug your ears to hear not even silence
But to listen to life’s worth!
People come to this – a terminal
perhaps awakening only to sleep;
Or come from certain death,
slowly awakening to light.
The heart needs a listener
whenever I chose to be deaf;
turn into my tachycardic dreams so I could hear.
For in waking to the rhythm of my own beat,
I can no longer listen;
I have MY illusions I can always count on.
Listen… Listen… Listen though,
We are all in a terminal--
Always coming from an abyss,
Forever moving into the unknown.
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